[Poggio]

Queen? Robin had no real time to process what Jerial had said as he swung around. His thoughts further dissolved when he was kissed on the brow. Some small part of him relished in the attention but beneath that fear started to bubble up from the pits of his stomach. “I... can't be your queen.” He stammered turning crimson. He took a step back from the person holding his hand. It dawned on him that the person in front of him was not just some suave man he had been having fun with. He continued to step back slowly sliding his hand from the mans grasp. He laughed a little as if it were a joke. He didn't want to confess to anything in front of such a large crowd. Robin bit his lip for an instant indecisive moment, before turning back to Jerial. Quickly he walked up to him and kissed him. “I love you, but I can not be your Queen.” With that said he ran afraid of what Jerial would do if he found out the truth. Robin stumbled through most of the bewildered crowd before any of them thought to stop him. As he exited the grand ball room he fell tumbling down the stairs. His ankle throbbed with pain and he was missing a shoe. He continued limping trying to get away as fast as he could.